The Alpha Train (Christina and Sebastian) novel Chapter 212

Once he’s gone, I finish my drink then head outside. I want to see how the patrols are running before I go to bed. I strip down and shift, opening my senses before racing in the direction that I hear, smell, and sense the pack running.

I cut them off, catching up to them quickly. When I get close, I open the mind link and let them know it’s me who is coming up so quickly on their tail.

‘Any problems?‘ I ask, my wolf falling into step with theirs.

‘No Alpha,‘ comes the reply from the patrol leader.

‘No hints of anyone scouting around, possibly planning another attack?‘

‘No, Alpha.‘

I run the patrol route with them twice around the perimeter, making sure I don’t smell anything out of the ordinary either before I head back to the packhouse. When I get there, I shift and pull my clothes on quickly before heading back inside.

It’s late and the packhouse is quiet. I open my senses again, listening to the sounds around me. I hear snoring, love–making, pups fussing, and there, almost so quiet I can’t hear it, is someone’s muffled crying.

I focus on the presence, not pushing into their mind and I realize it’s Enya. I jog up the stairs quickly, something pulling me to her, wanting to ease the hurt that I feel inside her. It’s there during the day, but now, she’s finally letting it out and she’s alone. No one feeling this much

grief should be alone.

When I get to her room, I don’t knock, I just step into her room. She’s struggling so hard to stay quiet that she doesn’t even hear me. I quickly scoop her into my arms, telling her that she’s not alone and she’s safe. Then she curls into me and lets all her pent–up grief go.

I hold her as her tears soak my shirt, as she presses her mouth against my chest to hide the sound of her agonized sobs while I gently rock her back and forth, holding her tightly as her body convulses with the strength of her grief.

I know people grieve differently. I just told Shane that earlier this evening. But there’s something in the sound of Enya’s sobs that makes my heart feel like it’s tearing in two.

When her tears finally stop, she continues to periodically gasp for breath as her body struggles to regain composure after the release of so much pain.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, still pressed against my chest.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” I murmur softly,, still rocking her.

She nods against my chest but doesn’t say anymore.

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